Can I call you privately into the moment —
Didn’t raised eyebrows happen months ago?


An incandescent unsettling,
Just look;

We have no real uncles,
No pills or angst, no
Great surprises — much of what counts

Is reckless footage
That seizes our space —
The beak of the finch

Then the whole finch hop
Where it plants itself.. no
Public fear in nature.. some disgust (some particles) —